Becoming a Movie Star, System Only Finished Loading After Ten Years
Chapter 180 - 177: I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Request for Monthly Votes)

Chapter 180: Chapter 177: I Think You’ve Gone Mad (Request for Monthly Votes)

"Am I that kind of person?" Qi Hao snorted and drank another can of beer.

"Well... Liu... that old hag, how did she scold you back then?"

Old Tian had been curious about this for years.

Unfortunately, Qi Hao had never talked about it. Now that Qi Hao wasn’t avoiding the topic anymore, he should satisfy his curiosity, right?

"Where does all your curiosity come from? Curiosity killed the cat, you know?"

Qi Hao really had no reason to talk about it with Old Tian.

"Meow~" Ao Bai jumped onto Qi Hao’s lap, paws on him, curious about what they were eating.

"You can’t eat this."

The dishes were heavy in oil and salt, definitely not for pets.

"Give me fifty bucks, and I’ll help set you up." Old Tian was worried sick about finding a partner for Qi Hao.

What is love in this world? It’s just something that makes people lose control.

"You can deceive my feelings, but you can’t deceive my money!"

Forget about fifty, not even five.

Is there really a need for someone else to do this? Absolutely unnecessary.

He’s just a bit confused now, unable to figure out why such strong feelings from back then have faded so much.

Am I really into something weird?

"So what are you planning to do now?"

Old Tian was getting exhausted. Qi Hao was a bit stubborn. What if he didn’t manage to ask her out, or someone else swooped in before he did? That would kill him.

Maybe he’s following that fake Daoist to believe in Buddhism.

"I think she’s trying to chase me; what do you think?" Qi Hao suddenly said.

"I think you’re crazy, you idiot." Old Tian was speechless.

"You’re the crazy one." Qi Hao really didn’t think he was crazy.

No need to mention filming. Two days after wrapping up, An Feng asked him out, saying she wanted to visit Jin Dazhou’s studio with him.

Although it was about work, the film had just wrapped up, and everyone was exhausted from filming. Normally, they should rest for a few days.

Especially someone like An Feng, known for her slow work pace in the industry.

Isn’t she eager to see me?

"Qi Hao, about relationships, it’s okay if you’re inexperienced. Don’t you like reading? Find some books on this and read up, don’t act like a fool."

Old Tian couldn’t handle his drink; two cans of beer and he was already tipsy.

"Hmm." Qi Hao was very experienced in rejecting others, but not much in chasing girls.

He only tried once, and it didn’t work out.

If he didn’t learn more, could he just say directly:

Hey beautiful, want to come to my place for a party?

"Also, just follow your heart. You mentioned feeling really impulsive in ’04..."

Old Tian didn’t have much experience either, but he’d had a few girlfriends, just never brought them to where he and Qi Hao lived.

"You’re the impulsive one."

Listen, what kind of description is that?

"It’s about the same. Back then you were young, naturally fervent and impulsive, so you were particularly attracted to An Feng at that time, wanting to get close to her. And now it’s not that you don’t love anymore; you’ve matured. Reflect on it yourself — haven’t you changed a lot over the years? Especially the last couple of years, you’re like a different person."

Old Tian had bottled it up, but the drink made him spill it out.

Qi Hao really had done a lot of crazy things in the past two years.

Though he’s no longer Qi Hao’s manager, Zhang Nan, his manager, regularly reports to Old Tian about Qi Hao, since Old Tian now manages the studio, and Qi Hao is its only artist.

"So what’s your suggestion?"

Qi Hao felt Old Tian had a point.

"Whether she’s chasing you or you’re chasing her, you should give it a shot."

Old Tian hoped Qi Hao would take this step.

You can’t even sleep well yourself, yet you think about sleeping with others. Inexperience won’t cut it.

"What if after we get together, I find out it was just impulsiveness back then and that I don’t really love her anymore?"

Qi Hao was tempted but still needed to argue a bit.

"Are you crazy? You think your virginity is that valuable, being so stingy..."

Old Tian went off on a tirade against Qi Hao.

Qi Hao saw he was a bit drunk, so he didn’t argue back.

Not satisfied with just a few cans of beer, Qi Hao went to buy a whole case, just to test the power of his low-key cap.

Late at night, with the hat on, the old shopkeeper in the dimly lit store didn’t even notice how charmingly handsome he was.

Having drunk a bit too much the night before, Qi Hao was woken up by the phone ringing the next morning.

"You’re not up yet?" On the other end, it was clearly An Feng.

"I’ve been up for a while, we agreed to..." Qi Hao wasn’t flustered at all; he sat up calmly, glancing at his phone: "Nine o’clock, it’s only eight-thirty now."

"I’m almost there, should I swing by to pick you up?"

An Feng held her temper. It was obvious he had just woken up from the sound of his voice.

Mom was right, Qi Hao wasn’t an honest person.

"Sure, Sanbao Garden, do you know where it is? If you can come over, I’ll wait for you at the community gate."

Qi Hao didn’t refuse.

Coming directly to pick him up, she could even drop him off later.

She really wanted to pursue him.

Who would have thought, An Feng was quite skilled at chasing men.

Qi Hao got up, went to the bathroom, washed up, put on his low-key cap, and headed outside the community.

Even though it’s not rush hour, there’s still quite a crowd here.

Luckily, there’s the low-profile hat, otherwise it’d be hard not to get recognized.

As soon as he got to the entrance, Qi Hao realized wearing the hat was pointless.

Ferrari!

Hey hey~ Aren’t you being a bit too flashy?

"Hurry, hurry!" An Feng urged as Qi Hao got in the car, stepping on the gas as they hit the road.

"I’ve been nesting here for years without such high-profile moments as today."

Qi Hao was in agony, estimating he’d be making the news again.

Although Qi Hao had been photographed around here before, Old Tian stated publicly that Qi Hao was visiting him, so no one suspected Qi Hao lived in the area.

Now early in the morning, An Feng came to pick him up.

It was hard not to raise suspicions.

Luckily, the community was old yet had a very upscale reputation, so Qi Hao didn’t worry about anyone lying in wait for him.

"I thought I could pick you up as soon as I got here and leave, but you kept me waiting for over ten minutes after saying you were already up."

An Feng felt wronged too. Back when she was filming "First Love, This Little Thing," Qi Hao taught her how to look wronged, and she finally got to use it.

"Sorry..."

Qi Hao was silent for a moment, choosing to apologize for being late.

You wonder if those women who make their boyfriends wait an hour or two because of makeup ever apologize for being late.

The book didn’t mention that.

"Let’s call it even." An Feng never expected Qi Hao to apologize for such a trivial thing.

"Ahem, what’s your next role?" Qi Hao casually searched for a topic, since this place wasn’t far from Jin Dazhou’s studio.

But Qi Hao felt he should find something to talk about.

Otherwise, the atmosphere in the car would be too awkward.

An Feng wore a little light makeup today, likely even sprayed some perfume, and since the car was small, Qi Hao could smell it.

Qi Hao was simpler; he just washed his face with a cleanser.

Actually, despite being a celebrity, he had a full set of makeup equipment.

But since there was no work now, putting on makeup just seemed overly formal for a guy stepping out.

He decided to just be himself and steadfastly refused to suck up.

"No plans at the moment. Counting ’Wind Sound,’ I’ve already taken on two projects this year."

An Feng mainly disliked the heat in summer, the fatigue in winter, and wanted to travel a bit in the autumn.

"Does ’Wind Sound’ count too?" Qi Hao was shocked.

That’s not good; the two of them clearly had different values. Qi Hao aimed to fill his schedule all year round with work.

Unless he couldn’t get a good script.

An Feng, however, played the lazy card, already half-deciding on taking the rest of the year off even though it’s just June.

Old Tian couldn’t see them as a match made in heaven for the life of it.

"Why wouldn’t it count? I think ’Wind Sound’ is pretty good. Better to have a small role in a good film than to take on some meaningless flop."

An Feng appeared to be quite rational.

It made Qi Hao nostalgic for the An Feng from five years ago.

Back then, An Feng was so innocent and exuberant, she even asked naive questions like whether there was such a thing as a big sculptor in real life.

"Take the far-right lane, right up ahead..."

Following Qi Hao’s directions, she drove into the park and parked at the office building where Jin Dazhou’s studio was located.

Jin Dazhou also knew that Qi Hao and they were coming today.

"This is An Feng..."

"No need for introductions, of course I recognize An Feng. Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."

Jin Dazhou and Qi Hao already had a very casual rapport.

To him, Qi Hao was like a golden ticket who could bring in big projects effortlessly.

"Lost on Journey" and "First Love, This Little Thing," both these recent films by Qi Hao, had their music scored by his studio.

The music studio required significant investments and maintenance costs and could easily go under with too little business.

Just these two projects alone could keep Jin Dazhou’s studio afloat.

"What about that unsellable song of yours?" Qi Hao and An Feng sat down on the single-seater sofas in the studio.

This cramped place was worth a fortune, even down to the single-seater sofas.

"What in the world? It’s not that it can’t sell, I saved it for you, and yet you let me down."

Jin Dazhou couldn’t believe that’s what Qi Hao thought of him.

If it weren’t for your strong connections, I’d show you what respect for other people’s turf means.

"That song just isn’t right for me to sing."

When Qi Hao released his album, he considered it repeatedly and decided not to include Jin Dazhou’s "Rain Love."

"Seriously, you know Yang Chenglin, right? She was interested in this song. Luckily, when you called saying you needed an insert for your campus youth movie, I thought you’d use it and turned her down."

Jin Dazhou hoped Qi Hao saw his good intentions, which would help keep good collaboration moving forward, otherwise he might as well have given Yang Chenglin the song Qi Hao rejected.

"Thanks, I’ll have An Feng try singing it later."

Qi Hao understood his meaning.

"No problem, but surely you’ll want more than just this one song, right?"

Jin Dazhou energetically pursued the big opportunity.

"Got anything cheaper? The ones in my album were too expensive; I can’t afford that anymore."

Qi Hao naturally hoped to pack a few good songs into "First Love, This Little Thing."

Even if the box office or reviews weren’t great, people could at least praise a bad film for having good music.